Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
The Index,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.